"But in history, there hasn't been any record of someone achieving enlightenment under the Giant Sword."
Owen Bertram arrived in midair and closely observed the Giant Sword, only to find another incredible aspect of it: "It looks… like it's made of ordinary steel. This obviously cannot be possible. Standing in such a lake, going through several dynasties, if it were really ordinary material, it would have rusted into iron slag by now."
Owen Bertram released his Flying Sword, rubbing it against the Giant Sword a few times, producing an ear-piercing sound, but only scraped off some surface rust.
Owen Bertram studied the sword repeatedly for a long time, but in the end, he could only shake his head with a bitter smile, "So many great figures in history have exhausted their efforts but still couldn't unveil the mysteries of these giant swords. What merits do I have that makes me think I could do it in a short time?"
"So that's why we have to rely on powerful support."
